I Open And Fill With Love And

In The Slaughterhouse Of Love, They Kill Only The Best, None Of The Weak Or Deformed. Don't Run Away From This Dying. Whoever's Not Killed For Love Is Dead Meat.

When You See The Setting, Wait For The Rising. Why Worry About A Sunset Or A Fading Moon?

People Want You To Be Happy. Don't Keep Serving Them Your Pain! If You Could Untie Your Wings And Free Your Soul Of Jealousy, You And Everyone Around You Would Fly Up Like Doves.

But Meditate Now On Steadfastness And Clarity, And Let Those Be The Wings That Lift And Soar Through The Celestial Spheres.

Are You Searching For Your Soul? Then Come Out Of Your Own Prison.